it must be quite an
honor to be called someone’s
firebird–
full of flight
full of fire…
but it’s funny…
I feel neither high
nor hot.
and these days
nothing seems to be
flying around for
me to even consider
changing my mind
or my heart.
it must be quite an
honor to be called someone’s
firebird–
full of flight
full of fire…
but it’s funny…
I feel neither high
nor hot.
and these days
nothing seems to be
flying around for
me to even consider
changing my mind
or my heart.
Total Acceptance

Gently,
the needle glides,
my skin becomes
a perfectionist’s canvas —
a vision is born.
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DHBogucki, who I lovingly call “B” blessed me with the ink you see above. I had an idea of what I wanted, pitched it to B, and he brought it to life. He’s a tattoo apprentice based in Western NC and a darn good one too! Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
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